Chaser (2nd Book of the Supernatural Hunters)

Come Again?

*AN: Hey guys, so starting with this chapter, I'm switching back over to an updating schedule of every other week, however, I can't promise anything. I still have my summer reading to finish (along with annotating -_-) and many other stories to update. If I finish a chapter early though, I'll make sure to post it before the two week mark. That's all!*

*Warning! Swearing!*

The weight of the werewolf is thrown off my body as growls from the beast fill the room. Cracking an eye open, I survey the scene. Ryker stands over the werewolf, pinning it down to the ground as it attempts to break free from his grasp.

"Are you just going to sit there!?"

I open my mouth to retort, but not a sound leaves me. 

"Get out already! Run! I can't hold it down for much longer!"

My muscles kick into action and I fling myself off the bed, racing out of the room. As I pass through the door, I could hear Ryker's body smacking into the wall. Fear courses through my veins, persuading me to run faster. I can't let it catch me, because if it does, it'll kill me.

To watch for the werewolf, I blindly charge down the halls, constantly looking over my shoulder. Suddenly, I bounce to the ground after running into a hard figure. The male stumbles back from the impact, but manages to stay on his feet. I scramble back from him, dreading what he'll do. All my worries disappear though when my mind clicks in recognition. This guy is Ryker's brother, I remember seeing his face in the kitchen. 

Even when I know who he is, I continue to scamper away from his large build. For all I know, he'll kill me on the spot. I still don't who these people are and at this point, I don't know what's going on anymore. My mind has switched to survival mode and that's all I care about for now; I'll get answers later, that is if I'm still alive. He stoops down and roughly pulls me to my feet, agitation flashing across his features. 

"We have to go," he gruffly voices, pulling me along. 

I willingly go with him knowing that without his help, I'd never find my way out of this maze of a house. In a matter of seconds, we reach the living room and he drags me out the door. As we pass through, I glance over at his mother, my questioning gaze staring at her confused. She faintly smiles and waves her hand, mouthing something. Before I can try to process what she's trying to tell me though, I'm pushed through the doorway, the mother disappearing from sight. We stop on the porch, Ryker's brother shuffling back and forth to gather objects that he's shielding with his body. 

"What's your name?" I inquire.

"Aaron. Shut up, the werewolf can hear you."

His words are clipped and very cold, but I brush that aside, not bothering to show him that I noticed. 

Ignoring him, I continue talking. "I'm Hannah...... thanks for getting me out back there, I would've never made it if you hadn't popped up."

He grumbles, but other than that, he doesn't utter a word. A ping of annoyance shoots through me at that. It always agitated me when people didn't bother to acknowledge other's attempts at being polite with a simple 'you're welcome'. 

Aaron turns back around with a large, tan knapsack in his grip. The thin, cloth bag looks like it's about to explode, filled to the brim with various objects. As I'm surveying it, he moves and shoves the bag into my arms. Surprised at his actions, I stare down at the bag wondering why he would give it to me. I'm pulled from my thoughts when he grabs my upper arm and escorts me to the car that Ryker drove us in. Electronically, he unlocks the vehicle and pushes me into the passenger seat. I loudly protest at how harshly he's been handling me, but he ignores me and slams the door shut, muffling my voice.